Jiang Leyi's lips were tightly pursed, her eyes lowered to suppress the roaring waves inside.
"How could it be..."
Xie Zimiao was brought in by Chu Muxi?
She recalled when she had first joined the crew; Xie Zimiao had quickly become familiar with her preferences, knowing she liked to eat the century-old soup buns from Beijing, paired with a bowl of thick, sweet soy milk.
So every time he would bring some, claiming he asked his assistant to buy them because he also liked that old brand.
Over time, Jiang Leyi quickly developed a favorable impression of him.
Now, thinking about the details of this matter, how could there be such a coincidence? They were strangers, after all; how could he understand her preferences so precisely?
Unless one of her close friends had divulged something.
In the whole of Beijing, she was closest to Chu Muxi.
They had reached the point where they had no secrets from each other.